Dazed and confused, Sabrina pressed a trembling hand to her wound. Then, she slapped him across the face, hard. "What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?"
Recognizing Sabrina's voice, Ethan barely registered the burning sting of her hand across his cheek. He exhaled shakily, sinking to the floor in relief.
After a beat, he looked up at her, his voice trembling.
"Who is the father?"
Sabrina didn't answer.
Her eyes blazed with contempt as she delivered another searing slap.
The reaper looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You think this is fun, don't you?"
I shot him a glance.
Watching Ethan and Sabrina tear into each other was definitely entertaining.
I only wished I had more power to strangle them both with my own hands.
Ethan came from a humble background.
He started pursuing me back in college, and it took him two full years.
I was a bit of a loner, not the most social person.
People at school said I was cold and standoffish because of my wealthy background.
I never bothered to explain or care about their opinions.
I didn't have many friends, and Ethan, determined to win me over, drastically cut back on his social life.